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Click the arrow on the audio player to hear Josh Kalscheur read this poem. You can also download the recording or subscribe to Slate's Poetry Podcast on iTunes. A woman calling herself God hangs in heaven. From the light she grips she cuts three boys, three sharp-rocked beginnings. She wraps the reef around them, she...“Creation Myth”http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/poem/2013/03/_creation_myth_by_josh_kalscheur.html
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<p>A woman calling herself God<br /> hangs in heaven.<br /> From the light she grips<br /> she cuts three boys, three sharp-rocked<br /> beginnings. She wraps the reef around them,<br /> she holds the water until they begin to grow<br /> their shores. Birds from her hands<br /> find what is sweet is not always<br /> alive. From her sky<br /> ribbed clouds go nowhere<br /> the boys think. She becomes a shadow<br /> when they want darkness. She becomes<br /> a residue of heat they clean<br /> from their breadfruit trees. It is sad, she knows,<br /> but good, to want them scattered,<br /> secluded, these incidents of light.</p>Tue, 05 Mar 2013 13:14:00 GMThttp://www.slate.com/articles/arts/poem/2013/03/_creation_myth_by_josh_kalscheur.htmlJosh Kalscheur2013-03-05T13:14:00ZArts“Creation Myth”100130305003PoetryJosh KalscheurPoemhttp://www.slate.com/articles/arts/poem/2013/03/_creation_myth_by_josh_kalscheur.htmlfalsefalsefalsePhoto by Mustafa Ozer/AFP/Getty Images